How Can a Poor Boy? - Van Morrison

Had my congregation, had my flock

When I was a shepherd of men

Chased the wild goose, chased the pot of gold

Chased the rainbows end

How can a poor boy deliver this message to you?

How can a poor boy?

You don’t believe anything that’s true

Had my rise, had my downfall

Now I’m gonna rise up again

Had my degrees, my initiations

Not speaking to the profane

How can a poor boy get this message to you?

How can a poor boy when you don’t believe a thing that’s true?

I’ve been anointed, been appointed

Even been magnified

Spied a chapel all of gold

The priest was laying down with the swine

How can a poor boy get a little message to you?

How can a poor boy when you don’t believe anything is true?

How can a poor boy get this message through to you?

How can a poor boy when you don’t believe a single thing is true?

Watch the illusion of false security

Play of the shadows that move

Tell me what evil lurks in the hearts of men

Only the shadow knows

How can a poor boy get this message to you?

How can a poor boy when you don’t believe a thing that’s true, for you

When you don’t believe a thing, nothing that’s true for you

How can a poor boy ever get next to you?